I didn't know if it was the effect of the alcoholic that I had taken earlier but my knees started feeling weak. The desire to let loose suddenly became stronger.As I walked near the main bar, Marco started following me.“Ma'am don't you think it's best you go home?” He asked, in a small tone. In fact it was more like a suggestion. I knew he was just trying to avoid his boss' wrath and I was trying to have some fun.I shrugged, “no, I don't wanna go home.” And there was nothing wrong about that if you ask me. A girl just gotta have some fun.Giving up, he raised his hands in mock surrender and disappeared. I loved that.Getting to the bar, I ordered for a shot of alcohol and another. I knew I should have stopped at some point but I kept going because it really feel relaxing to my soul andbI felt myself reaching a sweet high that I hadn't reached in a long time.Soon, Tomasso waltzed to the bar, his form blurry as his doe eyes widened like that of a doll. It was funny sight and I could
The moment we managed to get out from the bar, we practically pushed ourselves into the car, ignoring the confused faces around us.Our raced breath melded into each others as Marco turned in the key into the ignition. “We don't really have to race, I don't think he'll be able to get a hold of us.” Marco stated, his voice steady.Tomasso still scared, spoke. “We don't know if he came alone so we have to leave as soon as possible.”“If he came with the others they would have gotten a hold of us.” Marco interjected, glancing at him briefly as we curved into the road. “That means your mom would be in danger too!”“Oh shit.” Tomasso panicked. “You have to stop the damn car now. He might hurt her.” “You're right.” Marco reversed the car to the route leading to the bar.Unable to catch my breath, I spoke breathlessly. “So what happens to me while you all go in?”They glanced at each other as though they had forgetten that I was in the car with them earlier.“We should have dropped you hom
Marco glanced at me at the backseat before responding.I nodded, giving him a go ahead.“I'd appreciate if you respond to me in honesty.” The corp urged calmly but firmly.“Yes we are.” I said, calmly, trying to sweep my tension under the carpet. “Any problem?”“Actually no.” He replied. “But you have to come with us.” He pointed towards the corps van.“What?!” Marco exclaimed, his voice rising with my tension. “Have we been apprehended?”“Not in the slightest.” The cop guy smiled. “Me Stefano Carlo have ordered this for your safety.”I puffed a relieved a exhaled breath as a tired smile made its way to my lips.“What about our car?” Marco asked, his voice shaky. I knew the mention of his boss' name was scaring him because he had defaulted a rule. I wasn't going to allow Stefano punish him for my own mistake, I had assured him countless times but I guess he still didn't believe.“We'll take care of it.” He answered and gave a curt nod. “This has to done quickly so please could you kin
The moment I opened my eyes, I felt the sensation of Stefano's finger's grazing on my neck.“You're awake.” His soft voice, his eyes red.“Yeah.” I replied, attempting to scan the environment. I was in his room.I coughed while trying to sit upright. “Easy.” He said as he assisted me.“Maria, get her some water.” He ordered before looking back at me with deep concern in his eyes.“How are you feeling?” He asked. “You fainted the moment you stepped out of the car.” He answered.“Damn.” I wanted to say but my voice came out as a whisper.I rubbed my forehead trying to remember the events that had happened. In that moment, everything seemed foggy but I could remember going to Tomaso's mother's bar opening, Stefano leaving me at the venue…Marco urging me to go home.The memories came in little by little and now I could remember all of them.I sighed. “Where is Tomasso?” I asked, my voice croaky.“He's fine.” Stefano exhaled. “He's currently at the hospital, he was injured.”My heart sk
I honestly think I didn't hear him correctly.My brain struggled to process the information about Tomasso mother's death.I shook my head, pressing my hands together, trying to still myself.Before I could control myself, tears started streaming down my cheeks. I gazed at my husband, hoping he'd somehow tell me he was just being sarcastic. But with the sad expression on his face, I knew this will never be a joke and I'd have to accept her death.“How, how did this happen?” I asked, wiping my eyes with my bare hands.Stefano handed me support and I cleaned my eyes. He regarded me with a calm look, “I don't know honestly, but I'm certain Robin killed her knowing that will ruin Tomasso and probably bend him to do what they want.”“Ridiculous.” I spat out, sniffing my nose.“That's why he has been arrested.” Stefano chuckled darkly.As much as that piece of information was supposed to make me feel better, it didn't do much knowing that she would never come back to life. I sighed. “You a
But as I bathed, I couldn't stop thinking about that dream.Maybe thjs time, my dream didn't mean anything. It materialized as a product of thinking about her before my sleep? So my subconscious played a conversation in my head.As much as I wanted to believe the dream held nothing so I could save myself the stress of deciphering the meaning, I knew the dream held meaning, like all my other dreams.What could she have possibly wanted to tell me? Maybe if she had stayed alive a little longer, she could have told me about it herself.Now her death hit more. I held my chest under the shower as I felt a sharp pain. If I could feel the pain like this, I wondered how Tomasso would feel when he learns of his mother's death.Perhaps he knew already. But the pain would become anew when he wakes up this morning. His mother's death pained me on all levels because I knew how Tomasso used to talk about his mother and how he wanted the best for her.Now she was now she was no where to be found. At
“What?!” I let out a sharp screamStefano tore his gaze from his gaze from the doctor and stared at me, holding my hands and trying to put me in place.“Please calm down.” He said calmly, cleaning the the tears that flowed from my eyes.“Doctor isn't there anything we could do to help him regain his memory faster?” He asked.The doctor shook his head. “Unfortunately no, we can only administer drugs to him but we can't ultimately decide the efficiency of the drug as it differs from person to person.”“I don't understand what you're talking about? Explain in simple terms. If you know you'll keep confusing us, we better take him somewhere else.” I ranted, losing my Patience.”“You need to calm down, madam.” He urged with that practised smile I wished I could wipe off his features. I didn't know what was amusing him.“All I'm saying is that we can only give drugs but I can give any time frame with which he'll regain. It differs from person to person and the situation involved. Two people
I called Marco to accompany me to my father's house while Stefano stayed with Tomasso in the hotel room.I saw an opportunity to ask Marco a few questions.“Did he remember you?” I glanced at him through the rearview mirror, he seemed tired. “Not exactly but at least he is comfortable around me. No matter how hard I tried to remember him of our past, he was always confused so I let it be. At first I thought it was one of his gimmicks, but soon it became more real than I expected.”I sighed. This was a lot to take in. “So he hasn't asked about his mother?”“He did. After explaining myself to him, he then asked about his parents.”“What was your response?” I leaned off my seat.He shrugged. “I found a way to deflate the conversation because I didn't think it was wise to tell him anything.”‘Good.” I commended his wisdom.“Thank you.” He replied.“So how about we just keep it cool for now? Show lhim care but don't reveal too much information about him?” “I'm game.” He replied.-When h
A few minutes later, I texted Marco with shaky fingers just to know where he was with the text. I scratched my hair eagerly as I waited for his response but apparently there was none forthcoming and it increased my fucking anxiety. I hated when things appeared to not be within my control. It annoyed the fuck out of me. Because why? Why couldn't I just know what the hell was happening?Just a few moments later, he called me.I heard him exhaled and immediately my questions came pouring. “Any news yet? What the fuck is happening?”I imagined his shuddering as I heard a stilted breath, almost like he was panting before but had decided to cese as he heard the weight my words carried.“Fucking answer me.” I replied slamming my fist against the wall.“We searched eveything we could and we didn't find her.” He replied calmly.“you don't mean that? What do you mean you couldn't find. Do not return to the villa until you're sure you're coming back with her.” I gave the firm instruction and the
A few minutes later, I texted Marco with shaky fingers just to know where he was with the text. I scratched my hair eagerly as I waited for his response but apparently there was none forthcoming and it increased my fucking anxiety. I hated when things appeared to not be within my control. It annoyed the fuck out of me. Because why? Why couldn't I just know what the hell was happening?Just a few moments later, he called me.I heard him exhaled and immediately my questions came pouring. “Any news yet? What the fuck is happening?”I imagined his shuddering as I heard a stilted breath, almost like he was panting before but had decided to cese as he heard the weight my words carried.“Fucking answer me.” I replied slamming my fist against the wall.“We searched eveything we could and we didn't find her.” He replied calmly.“you don't mean that? What do you mean you couldn't find. Do not return to the villa until you're sure you're coming back with her.” I gave the firm instruction and the
I ended the call angrily and frustrated. I ran my hands through my hair as I sighed. I took powerful strides back into the club as I searched for Marco. It didn't take long before I saw him.“Marco!” I shouted over the loud music and held his hands, dragging him from the noise. The whole time he regarded me with a shocked expression on his face. Once we were outside, he arched brows.I wanted to speak but I realized I was short of breath. I bent down slightly, placing both fingers on my knees. After inhaling the night air, I straightened my posture.“Did you see Bella?” I asked him, hoping for a positive response.He gauged my expression for a while after giving me a look that felt like my question was ridiculous.“No… i thought she was with you.” Be replied calmly.My bands flew to my forehead as I held it tightly. “Are you being serious right now?” I asked.“Yes.” He nodded.“Take me home.” I demanded.“Yes sir.”The whole time during the drive, I somehow hoped that Tomasso and Bell
StefanoLost in my inebriates wall, I looked at the environment. I knew something was missing. Where had Bella fucking gone to? Was she mad at me or something?Sometimes she acted so irrational and I was going to talk to her about it the moment we got home but for now I had to look for her.Rosa was sitting by my side, smiling coyly as she placed her hands on my legs. A part of me enjoyed the feeling but I knew it was wrong. I pushed her hands away and rose to my feet. Before I rose to my feet, her shrugged and smiled.My face contorted into an angry expression. My fists balled. She knew what she doing… maybe she was among Robin's plan to get me to cheat on my wife. Being seperated from my wife was one of the fatest ways to make me weak and he must sensed and was willing to capitalize on it. He used Rosa instead, she should be ashamed of herself for letting Robin use her like this. I looked over my shoulders once more as I tried to search for my wife, instead I was met with Rosa's stu
I could feel the bass pulsing through my chest before we even stepped inside. The club was packed—neon lights cutting across the room like strobe knives, bodies grinding, drinks spilling, laughter rising in waves. I didn’t want to be here. Not really. But Stefano said he needed a night to forget, to feel powerful again, to remind the city that he hadn’t fallen off the throne they all thought he’d abandoned.He looked sharp—raven black suit, no tie, top two buttons undone. The kind of look that made people turn. The kind that reminded you he owned the room even before he spoke.But me? I felt like a footnote tonight. A pretty shadow in heels.We walked in, his hand on the small of my back. The warmth of it used to make me feel chosen. Now it just felt... routine. Decorative. Like I was another piece of the wardrobe.The place was loud. Lights flickering like memories I didn’t want. We got a private table—of course we did. Everything in Stefano’s life came with exclusivity, even when it
Standing at the archway between the kitchen and the living room, I sense Stefano’s tension the instant he steps through our front door. He closes the door a little too hard behind him, and the sound echoes through the quiet house. I stop what I’m doing and carefully slide the towel from my hands, my breathing catching at the weight of him. My husband’s shoulders droop under a burden I cannot see, and already I can feel the tight, anxious ache swirling in my chest.“It’s been a long day,” I whisper, though I don’t even have to say it. I know the weariness in the slump of his shoulders, in the way his tie is undone and his jacket hangs limply from his forearm. I reach out to brush a fingertip over the stubble on his cheek. He stands motionless in the hallway, eyes unfocused and distant. I imagine the ghosts of the day’s battles swirling in his mind. Even before he speaks, I know I need to reach him—now.Slowly, I close the distance between us. Before I can even think, my arms slide arou
Stefano was back home and we had to talk about this.“What's wrong with you? You have been acting all distant and aloof and it's killing me slowly.” I said, holding his hands as he slowly looked back at me with his eyes lost."I'm fine. Stop worrying yourself about me, go to bed, I will join you later when I'm sleepy.” Stefano said, bringing up a fake smile..“No! I will not! You need to tell me what's wrong with you? You can't be suffering alone when you can tell me what's wrong and we can solve it together. Or do you think I'm dumb or not hit enough to be with you? Are you tired of me?" I asked, dreading his response.He snapped his head back like I had said the most ridiculous stuff he have ever heard. I got startled by his abrupt movements, I could see anger in his eyes, clouded with disbelief.Why?“How dare you say something like that? I can never be tired of you and I won't.I yearn for you and I would never want to live a second without the thought of you not being mine or
Just after we got out, I glanced at Tomasso briefly as we stepped out the car. His face was hard to read, like he was trying not to show anything. My heart was beating fast, like I didn’t know what was about to happen even though I had prepared myself for it.“Just try your best to smile at him okay?” I said to him, resting my hand lightly on his arm.He didn’t respond right away. Just nodded a bit and looked down at his shoes. I could tell he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.I turned to Marco, who was already getting out from the driver’s side. “Marco,” I called gently, stopping him before he could come around.“Yeah?” he asked.“Please, just stay in the car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to see all this. It’s messy… you know, family stuff. I just want to deal with it alone.”He looked like he wanted to argue but then sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll be right here.”“Thanks,” I whispered before turning back to the gate.Tomasso stood by the entrance, his arms crosse
Marco drove quietly, both hands on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead like it was the only thing that mattered. I sat in the front seat while Tomasso was at the back, earphones plugged in, head resting on the window. He hadn’t said much since we got in the car. Just a quiet “morning” to Marco and nothing else.The road was calm, barely any traffic. The sun was already out but not too hot. Light poured through the trees lining both sides of the road, dancing on the windshield like soft glitter. It was peaceful in a way that made everything feel heavier somehow. Like silence was stretching itself too wide.I kept stealing glances at Tomasso through the side mirror. His eyes were open, staring out at the road like he was somewhere else. Maybe in his head, maybe in the past. I didn’t know. I could only imagine what was going through his mind.We passed a small lake, the kind people always stopped by to take pictures. The water looked still, untouched, like nothing ever happened t